He's Angry At Me Sonnet
Milky, he says, you've stopped eating again
I can tell you've lost weight because your chest
Has gotten smaller, now it looks shrunken
Of course I notice, you know I'm obsessed
I don't bother to reply, to say that
My chest is shrunken because there's no pride
Left in it; no more air, and now no fat
I stay silent so there's less to deride
Later he's mad, he says that I don't eat
That I'm too weak, I embarrass everyone
If he weren't so nice...well I should be beat
I shake and I wait four hours til he's done
Daily I realize I've been left forlorn
Each morning I wish, I could be unborn
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